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Thank you so much, Tom, for blogging this poem from my (relative) youth. And thank you, too, Hazen. How strange to bring this poem back into light after.... Golden Gate Park in 1972 had a "Buffalo Paddock," and one could go their with day-old bread loaves and bison ran to a cyclone fence to wait for slices to be tossed. Wonderful place to take a loved girl. THANK YOU!!!

This poet's work always surprises me with its subtlety and wit, and never ever tires me. I keep waiting to read the "next one." The buffalo images (close-up, further away, much further away) are all stunning and affecting. It's great to see them graze and roam. Curtis